Chapter 25

The next morning, Emma woke up to a mess in her tiny hotel room. There were clothes thrown this way and that, a broken bottle at the foot of the wall, and something spilled on the carpet. She had a massive headache, and as she stood up it only got worse. Had someone ransacked the room? Blinking rapidly, Emma made her way to the window and looked out.

Maggie was on the phone, leaning against her lifted truck and shaking her head as she periodically made glances back to the hotel. Emma remembered calling Maggie, and hearing the knock on the door, but after that everything was blank - darkness. She couldn't remember a thing. The first thing Emma thought was that she had been too drunk, but something else nagged at the back of her head. Something had happened. Emma searched for her cigarettes in the side table drawer before grabbing onto the door handle and pulling.

Locked? Stuck? Emma frowned, still saying nothing, as her mind was reeling and she felt like if she opened her mouth she would throw up. She grabbed onto the door and pulled, hard. Nothing. Frowning, she took a few steps back and held out her hand. Let's see something. With a wave of energy and head-splitting concentration, Emma directed all her thoughts on the door, and saw it breaking apart before her eyes. Pieces flew off and into the parking lot, a huge chunk finally falling onto the ground and leaving a hole large enough for her to climb through. Cigarettes in hand, she marched over to Maggie.

What she saw in Maggie's eyes was something that she had never seen before - fear. Maggie was genuinely scared of her. Emma lit a cigarette and frowned at her friend, neither of them breaking the increasingly awkward silence.

"You know how much I hate that smell in the morning." she said. Playful Maggie was gone, replacing her was momlike, ever-so-worried Maggie. Emma blew the smoke in the other direction.

"Funny. I don't like being locked in places." Emma replied. As she raised her eyebrows, Maggie only sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

"Good to see you back, girl." she said with a little smile. Emma wrapped her arms around her friend, hugging her tight, and felt the wet signature of Maggie's tears on her back. That was troubling.

"You gonna tell me what happened last night or are you gonna cry all over me?" Emma asked playfully as she backed up and took another drag from her cigarette. She felt the nicotine pushing its way down her body - she knew it was bad for her. But she had a better chance of dying before she hit 27 anyways, and at this rate even sooner. Maggie smiled and pepped herself up onto the hood of her truck, pulling Emma up with her.

"When I showed up, you weren't... you..." she said, turning her head to the side and looking at Emma. Emma frowned, indicating for her friend to go on. "I don't know if it was Sara, or you were just drunk, but you were screaming - screaming about how sick you were of being weak and throwing things. Screaming about how you loved Dean and you never even got a chance to show him, it was really weird. I didn't have an option but to lock you in there. Cas showed up and tried to talk to you, but all we could accomplish doing was knock you out before he left. Do you know what's wrong with him by the way? He seemed down."

"I hate him." Emma said and shrugged. Maggie just nodded.

"But then you have this episode last night and this morning you literally bust through a door... with demon magic. This is getting really dangerous, Emma."

"Why do you think I left?" Emma asked exasperatedly. "Did you think I was just having a temper tantrum? Or needed a day off? I knew how crazy dangerous this was going to be. Not only for me, but you and Bobby, Sam, and especially Dean. You're all going to get real hurt by the end of this."

"I think we're gonna get more hurt, if we don't do something about it. How easy do you think this is for us, huh? How easy do you think it is for Bobby, Sam, Dean, and I - who all love your stupid ass by the way - without being able to do anything for you because you're so busy running and throwing everything away?!"

"I didn't throw anything away!" Emma said defensively, "I was just trying to protect you! How does this make me the bad guy? I'm sorry I worried you, okay? I'm sorry... Sam calls my old phone every day, and I can't call him back because I can't imagine what could happen to him if he gets involved in this. And Dean... Dean ... We're in the middle of a war and war has casualties, that's just the way it is, Maggie."

"Bull shit!" her friend yelled fiercely, "'That's just the way it is'? Fuck you, Emma. You can't just lay down, give up, and die. That's not an option for us. You're some savior of the world? You sure ain't acting like it! You love Dean so much? You sure ain't acting like it! You need to get your shit together, and get back in the game."

Emma was quiet for a long time, and when she replied, her voice broke. "I just don't know what to do, Mags..." Maggie's small hand wrapped around Emma's.

"How many times have you picked me up off the ground? After a bad hunt? After a breakup... Emma you've always been perfect to me, and I've never really gotten to return the favor. You and me are gonna figure this out. No boys, okay? The boys we'll worry about later. Let's get this bitch outta you." Emma nodded her head and smiled, tugging her messy hair back away from her face as she hopped down from the truck.

"I'm gonna go get my stuff, at least what's left of it."

"Okie doke. I'll move my stuff into your car for the ride." Emma nodded and frowned this time as she climbed through the hole in the door, looking around. Most of her things were trashed. She picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, before grabbing her laptop, zipping up her suitcase, with few outfits left that were not ripped or doused in tequila, and her cell phone.

As she walked out to the cars, and threw her stuff into the back, she was inwardly thanking drunk Emma for calling Maggie. Emma had been going off the deep end. She had left with an intent to fix the situation, and she had simply fallen apart. As she climbed into her truck, she felt a stabbing sensation in her stomach, but she ignored it. Maggie was already sitting in the passenger's side, and held out something flat and shining. A phone.

"Before we go anywhere," she said. "You're gonna call Bobby."

Kinda short. Trying to get back into this and finish it.